It was a Saturday night
We was on our way to the studio
The cops pulled us over on the road
You know the usual
Metaphor on the front
My n***a Z got the blunt

Yo, pass me the evidence so I can throw it in the trunk
'Cause if we get outta this one It's just gon' be our luck Y'know the narcs don't give a fuck
They just lookin' for someone to bust

I smell the bacon as they walkin' up I wasn't nervous much Two walked up on east side We all looked at him like "Wassup?

So now we stuck 4 5 n***as up in the mothership
He told metaphor to give up age and registration quick
Yeah we just got a call saying some gangbangers were speeding down lombreya boulevard

Man they wanna reach their quota, pulling us over cause they smell the weed aroma hoping that they don't find a photo yo its over

Shit we should've known we five young minorities make us hop out the car, gun drawn  abusing his authority

This is for my n***as on the block
Middle fingers everywhere fuck a cop
This is for my people that got killed over a stop, for the one who had hands in the air still got shot
(2x)
Ay yo the cops is making a killing off killing my own people
And the crazy thing my black ass can be the fucking sequel
But I keep calm no reason for the cops stress on hoddie on like Trevon

Keep a rhyme book in my arm

You see the police and gangs they just the same old shit they both killing over colors and yeah shit had to change

Keeping the black away from the rich is what they protect any way
Since cube wanted to kill Sam I've been America K

Its funny how it takes a homie of y'all to handle a minor situation
Stepping all over my spot with no invitation
Question my affiliation
Motherfucker I'm on the way to my session and I do not have a weapon
I don't gangbang either, so what's the reason for the interruption
I know my rights but if I speak them they gon get to cuffin
It nothing just an ordinary routine
He shot the kid cause he was nervous left him dead on the scene

Yo all this shit on the news got me confused
I thought y'all job was to protect and serve but do the opposite neglecting their own words
So its fuck the police till we get what we deserve
No justice I guess and its on tape now its a Cole world the cops crooked
Like J Cole smile
We need change like a payphone now
Losing lives over colors
I be dammed over losing nothing
Yo its one time for my brother
This is for my n***as on the block
Middle fingers everywhere fuck a cop
This is for my people that got killed over a stop, for the one who had hands in the air still got shot
(2x)

We just some black males, blacked mailed
And cops want us to act well
When they killing my n***as doing more numbers than rap sales
Yeah that's bodies body weight they catching bodies by the day
Where I'm from ain't nobody safe
Somebody probably die today
No time to wait
Is you gon stand there or stand up or be another innocent victim shot with his hands up
You think about about don't talk about it
My n***a you be about it
Racism rerouted its gon stay if we allow it
And that's real